My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"Woof! Woof!"

The sudden skin contact startled Su Bing.

It seemed a little impatient...

After touching the shortbread once, Kawasaki said to me:

"Great! It finally learned it."

"Yes, I was worried. Thank you."

I bowed deeply.

Kawasaki sprinted several times with all her might, and I'm really grateful to her.

If it were hina, she would probably faint.

"No, it's quite interesting."

Kawasaki gave a shy smile.

"Now that it's become so well-behaved, I can go on a family trip with peace of mind."

"Um?"

"Oh dear—we've always suspected that Crispy is a dumb dog. If it's too dumb, it won't be convenient to leave it with other people to take care of while traveling."

"Oh, right. I see."

"So, although it's sudden, next month when summer vacation starts..."

I looked up at Kawasaki-kun.

That's right. If all goes well, this is the favor I'd like to ask them...

"That was really sudden."

"Could I leave the pastries at your house for a few days?"

"I'm fine..."

"Really? I wasn't planning on that, but you've already gotten along well with the shortbread, so I'd like to ask one of you to help take care of it."

Actually, I had that plan all along.

In fact, having someone to take care of the shortbread when something happens can reduce a lot of trouble.

Especially reliable people like Kawasaki and Yumiko, you can entrust them with peace of mind.

"Okay, that's fine."

Kawasaki-kun didn't seem to mind, and followed the conversation by squatting down to hug the shortbread...

"Woof!"

But the shortbread avoided it!

"Huh? A shortbread!"

"Woof! Woof woof!"

It's clearly afraid of Kawasaki!

She's a bit scary. I can retrieve the ball, but I can't accept living with her.

Something like that feeling.

"Haha, what? You're disliked! Crispy, come over here, don't go looking for that horrible older sister!"

"Woof woof!"

The shortbread then dodged Yumiko's hand and ran behind me.

Big sister, you're scary too!

Something like that feeling.

"Oh dear—it turns out your relationship isn't good at all... hahaha."

"How could this happen... I only made up my mind to eat these pastries..."

"Yeah. I really want to treat it gently, but it's all for the sake of getting it to fetch the ball."

They were so frustrated!

"I'm sorry! One day, Shortbread will understand how terrifying love can be!"

I quickly tried to comfort them.

"How could a dog possibly understand..."

Yumiko was devastated.

"Oh dear, even if I didn't manage to get along well with the shortbread, I'd be even happier if Yumiko and Kawasaki could improve their relationship..."

"I don't want to get along with this guy."

Kawasaki immediately added an unnecessary remark!

"Yeah, right. We're in the same boat. Come to think of it, we're not bad friends."

"yes."

Kawasaki muttered to himself.

"Huh, what does that mean?"

"It's just that we subconsciously keep our distance. You see, our personalities are a bit similar."

"Just a little bit."

Kawasaki looked a little embarrassed.

So this is ah……

"Woof, woof."

Both of them are a bit scary.

That's roughly what "short cake" means.

Let's not talk about that for now; it seems we can't leave the pastries in their care.

Is there anyone else we can rely on?

Is there anyone else...?

The faces of people I know keep flashing through my mind.

Yukino is afraid of dogs.

An autistic man who is afraid of life.

I personally didn't get along with the models.

Himeko is drooling for some unknown reason.

No. I can't think of anything.

Who else?

The image of the autistic man resurfaced in my mind.

—Oh, right!

Komachi!

Komachi is younger than me, but she is very reliable and will probably take good care of Mochi.

Okay, it's decided. I'll go ask Komachi for help!

By the way...

When you bring the pastries over, you should also thank them...

Woof woof!

The shortbread was sending me a signal in my mind. It felt like it was telling me to dig this way.

Note 1: This is the nickname of Masanori Hata, a Japanese animal researcher. Hata has a unique tone of voice when talking to animals.

Two sets of gold coins from the Edo period.

Short Story Collection 3: Yui Side - Yui Yuigahama really can't cook.

Author: Yoshitaka Kyoda / Illustration: U35

—This matter is not as serious as an incident.

At the same time, it is also a tragicomedy that one would want to call an "event" with a touch of irony.

It wasn't a big deal. Looking back now, it probably had nothing to do with me.

However, I can say this because I am looking at this matter from a retrospective perspective.

There are two indispensable characters in this story.

One is Yui Yuigahama.

One is Yukino Yukinoshita.

In other words, this is entirely their story.

One day in May, just before the Golden Week holiday.

This tragicomedy began during lunch break that day.

The thing was a brownish, mushy mass, and it certainly didn't look like food that you could put in your mouth.

"Hello, Yuihama?"

"Uh-huh……"

"……What's this?"

I pointed to the mysterious object X inside the cute pink bento box and asked.

"Well, let's just call it... an omelet. Probably..."

Yuihama responded with a lack of confidence.

This is the first floor of the special building. It's my lunch spot, which I sneak over to every day.

During my lunch break, I was eating bread from the school cafeteria as usual when Yui suddenly appeared in front of me.

"I'm sorry, autistic guy. There's something I'd like you to take a look at..."

She showed me object X... She claimed it was an omelet.

"This is... an omelet...?"

I stared intently at the creepy object that was sitting alone in the lunchbox.

Incidentally, an omelet is a dish made by beating eggs, seasoning them, and then frying them into a thick, rectangular shape. It is also known as tamagoyaki.

Why am I explaining this common knowledge that even kindergarteners know again? Because what Yuihama brought doesn't look like an omelet at all.

If this is truly an omelet, the Japanese language becomes distorted. The term "omelet" must be redefined. This is a level of discussion that needs to be addressed with Mr. Kindaichi Kyosuke (Note 3).

While I was deep in thought, Yuihama, perhaps unable to bear the silence, nervously spoke up.

"Um, you autistic guy. What are your thoughts? Like, the shape or something..."

"Hmm? Oh, this. I'm eating right now, could you please put it away?"

"What?! Wait, what does that mean?! This is food, after all!!"

Uh, it doesn't mean anything. That stuff is so visually damaging to me that I lose my appetite just looking at it, which is why I said that. Or rather, it's questionable whether it's even food.

I quickly swallowed the half-eaten bread from the welfare center and turned back to Yuihama.

"...So? What was that? What kind of miracle happened to turn the omelet into that terrible state?"

"Hmm. I don't know either... "

"Huh? You don't know?"

"Because...because I did it the normal way, and it turned out like this. I beat the eggs normally, poured them into the pan normally..."